here we've gone to beauty, wow, it's
tanned the children outgrowing their jeans
a paper pocket, full with paper things?
better make a backup plan, lover
find a brighter tree line in the water
boring death-smells into everyone
the tropical, the quick -- shit, why bother?
the back of the eat-in kitchen is practically sideways
with you, probably you, always you
the canopy of aquaintancehood on the fire-edge oh!
the heartthrob, we are of all the things oh!
of bored, we hold in our mouths tan cranberrys
and we, the will, the stars for all their craving
a little song hollow today not found
i sang your ear
i take it in
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